The Red M&M
By: Rachel Altman
Born in the factory is where
we are molded, colored, grouped, and forced to say goodbye within the first few hours of life. My new friends all surround me in our stuffy little bag and as time passes, we are inseparable, and also impatient, as we continue to wait for the next phase in our cramped small package. Weightless, no effort, with a SMACK and a RIIIPPP, I am thrown against my friends and my coating begins to crack, a piece becoming free as we tumble out into the open air, staring at a young girl who licks her plump lips with a devious smile. Reaching, grabbing, she plucks my friend Green and slowly, carefully, chucks her into the black portal of death. Shuddering, shaking, I’m frightened and turn away, but quickly, lightly, I’m suddenly in a peach colored cup, watching my friends decrease in size as I’m being raised and kidnapped. Don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, I scream, but I cannot be saved for my cries cannot be heard. This is it, this is the end, I bid you farewell, CHOMP! |